In any case, the wisdom of our ancestors still holds true.
Song Qinghe asked calmly, "What is it?"
The man gave a sinister smile: "Little girl, you've got some nerve, calling for the flight attendant directly, huh!"
Song Qinghe: "So?"
The man leaned closer, pulled out a knife, and pressed it against her waist: "Come with me!"
Song Qinghe remained silent. Had she offended the most powerful person in the world?
Otherwise, why would everyone want her dead?
Song Qinghe touched her cheek. She didn't seem to have offended anyone, but they all seemed to hate to see her doing well.
Chen Shili noticed the commotion on the lower bunk and asked, "Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"
They arrived late and didn't see what had happened earlier.
They had no idea about the little incident of reserving seats, nor did they know about the grudge between Song Qinghe and this man.
Song Qinghe finally looked up at Chen Shili, then looked away. Oh well, he didn't seem like a very capable fighter.
If it really came down to a fight, he might not be as good as me.
When the time comes, I'll have to protect him myself.
Moreover, the fact that this man dares to act so blatantly suggests that he must have something to rely on, which is why he is not afraid.
Seeing Song Qinghe's thoughtful expression, the man directly threatened her in a low voice.
"Behave yourself and come with me!"
"Otherwise, I'll stab you to death right now."
"I advise you not to put up a futile resistance, otherwise, not only you, but everyone on this train will be doomed."
"What's the meaning?"
"Heh, to tell you the truth, our people planted explosives in the vehicle. If we arrive safely, that's fine, but if we don't make it, then we'll all die together!"
So, he has accomplices.
Upon hearing his words, Song Qinghe instantly understood that they were responsible for transporting something, and just in case, they had even brought explosives.
If that thing can't be delivered, they'll just blow up the train.
What incredible luck she has!
We've encountered dangerous individuals!
but--
Isn't this a walking third-class merit award?
If I can catch him, even if my identity is exposed later, it should give me some advantage.
Song Qinghe was still hesitating whether or not to take action directly. If she did, she was afraid of exposing herself; if she didn't, the other party had already placed a knife in front of her.
If she doesn't show any appreciation, people will think she's a pushover.
Moreover, Song Qinghe really needs this third-class merit award; she desperately needs it.
I don't know if there's a concept of "third-class merit" for educated youth sent to the countryside, or if it's only awarded if they're caught by people in the army.
Whether she has or not, this person is hers now.
Chen Shili and the others were getting a little anxious, so he decided to come down and check.
Song Qinghe quickly said, "It's okay. He just asked me where the restroom was, and I was just going there anyway."
The man gave a sly smile: "You're smart to know what's good for you, let's go!"
Song Qinghe didn't say anything more and got up to walk to the toilet.
Because of the wide sleeves of her clothes, it was almost impossible to see that the man's knife was pressed against her waist.
Song Qinghe was somewhat indignant; she had never been threatened like this before.
If I don't show some appreciation, I'll just look like a coward.
Fortunately, when she was a corporate slave, Song Qinghe had taken some Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) courses because she often worked overtime and had social engagements.
While I wouldn't say I could take on ten men single-handedly, dealing with him shouldn't be a problem.
The two walked towards the restroom one after the other. As Song Qinghe walked, she pondered a solution. The man looked pale and his lips were ashen; he was clearly a good-for-nothing.
If a fight really breaks out, my chances of winning are still quite high.
What's more, he still had the gun Zhou Jianshan had given him; if all else failed, he could just shoot him dead!
The man had no idea that Song Qinghe had already decided to kill him in return. He had already harbored evil intentions when he took her to the toilet.
Originally, he just didn't like her and wanted to kidnap her, sell her off, preferably to a remote mountain area, just to vent his anger.
Now that I look at her closely, this young lady has a pretty good figure; she has a defined waist and legs. If I were to taste her, it would be a completely different experience.
Song Qinghe was disgusted by the man's malicious gaze. She could only say that some people are born bastards.
Just one glance is enough to make one feel uncomfortable.
They are especially good at distinguishing between friendly and malicious glances.
Since he's so disgusting, I'll just have to grant his wish, haha.
Song Qinghe deliberately feigned weakness, saying, "Please, please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you ask—"
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